Photographer composition in American literature appreciation painting

The rain outside the window is heavy, compared with the misty rain in Sanjiang. At this time, just like Xiao Dan's story, it has reached the climax stage-the road of life is still far away, whether decadent or wandering, life can not be meaningless!

Xiao Dan, who returned to the town, seems to be still remembering those days in Sanhe. Late at night, everything around seems to be sleeping. Xiao Dan is still in front of the computer, telling jokes that she doesn't understand. Maybe the soul hasn't come back with her yet. Lonely body listening to the rain outside the window, dripping water on the windowsill, like a girl's heart beating, Xiao Dan's thoughts returned to that day, in the ancient river, met the painter-

The weather is not bad. The road to Sanhe is much better than the road to Longchuan. The bumpy journey didn't make her feel uncomfortable. Maybe I'm always a little excited on my way to the ancient town. On the way to Sanjiang, the scenery is rather depressing and has nothing to do with winter. It seems to be the reason for backwardness. The grass and trees here, covered with dust and thin popularity make people sad in the dilapidated hutong.

The development of the city is always one step ahead. In fact, prosperity is not far away, but the people on the roadside seem to be forgotten. Xiao Dan leaned against the window and picked up the camera. She has always liked her humanistic life. When she tried to shoot this scene, the car was always unsatisfactory. She gave up with a sigh. With its bumpy cars and swaying bodies, Xiao Dan is actually looking forward to Sanhe Ancient Town. Before she came, she asked-the locals said that Sanhe used to be the same, but it was decorated and had no taste.

This surprised Xiao Dan, but she didn't want to go. Like ants on hot bricks, she decided to look at this ancient town with her own eyes and perspectives. Maybe it's not the right time. It's winter, the popularity is thin and the scene is depressed. This is the time when all people who like to travel are unwilling to choose. However, for a single-minded woman like Xiao Dan, the road to travel is not tourism, and the road to wandering is not decadent! So, with great energy, she came without hesitation.

When he got off the bus, Xiao Dan knew that he had reached Sanhe.

I haven't seen the surrounding environment carefully before a coachman appeared in front of me. The coachman is old, and Xiao Dan has always liked and habitually called the old people of his grandfather's generation old people-nothing more than this coachman became the first story character Xiao Dan met in sanhe town, the old man!

Maybe it's the money. In fact, because they want to earn a job, the old man's attitude is particularly warm and friendly. Sanhe town's scenic spots are introduced in hand, and an administrative business card of Sanhe Tourism is hung around his neck from time to time. When it comes to Xiao Dan, it is even more varied, and smallpox is dazzling. Xiao Dan was numb, but he just grinned with excitement. The old man said that he took the passengers to introduce the scenic spots, a * * *, 30 yuan.

Xiao Dan hesitated. She is withdrawn and likes to do everything by herself, especially traveling. What's more, she is still writing her own story about San Mao's wandering, which is more compact about life and humanity. Written in the bones, you really need to do it yourself. Only the old man clung to her, perhaps because Xiao Dan was alone. He always thinks this business can be done.

Of course, he really did.

Because the old man told her that although it is Sanjiang, it has not yet reached the so-called ancient town. If you go to the ancient town, it takes more than ten minutes to walk. Xiao Dan one leng, she can't wait. She is already struggling to float out of her body. If she has to walk for more than ten minutes, she will feel that the passage of time is like being cut by a knife. So, I still got lost in impatience.

The old man's car was completely trampled by his foot. Although the journey is not long, the old man's hard work still embarrassed Xiao Dan. She thinks it is his weight that makes the old man's feet difficult. So after the car passed the "Dajiemen" archway, Xiao Dan got off the bus, gave the old man 30 yuan and ran into the alley with a red face. The alley is not long, but it is not short. When she came in, she looked at the alley and put up a sign that read: Everybody Lane.

Maybe it's the color of brick, a feasible alley, three people side by side, looking pale. Compared with the hutongs in Huizhou, Renzhong Hutong has less historical mottles and marks, but more atmosphere and generosity. The pattern of the brick is clear, but the fall of the wall still proves the changes of the times. Xiao Dan didn't look back or turn around. She walked towards the alley curiously. While walking, I touched some mottled brick walls. There was a gust of wind in the alley, but there was a smell of paint in the wind. Xiao Dan was a little surprised. He didn't have time to take pictures of the alley, so he ran out of the other end of the alley-there was a river in front.

If the old man introduced the origin of the three rivers on the road, then the river in front of her should be Xiaonan River. Although Xiao Dan is not sure whether this slowly flowing ancient river intersects with Hangbu River and Fengle River. The river bank is very monotonous in winter. Although rows of ancient houses are scattered on the river and the branches of old trees are swaying in the wind, the lifeless ancient river is so calm at this time, accompanied by the sound of running water.

Xiao Dan stood on the river bank with a bag on his back. She stood on the edge of an old tree, which was leaning and half-suspended on the river. The wind is also mixed with the smell of paint-that's the smell of watercolor. Xiao Dan was very excited by the familiar smell.

Once, she wanted to carry a drawing board, bring some brushes bought in the old street, and some rice paper, ready to fight at any time. Now, she is carrying a traveling bag with a camera, a pen and a mini notebook in her pocket. As a painter, Xiao Dan dare not think about it. As a photographer, Xiao Dan never thought about it. As for the writer, Xiao Dan thinks that he should write short articles and accumulate some common sense of life. Along the river bank, she looked for the fragrance in the wind.

The ancient river is as calm as a woman washing clothes on the bank, although the clang of wooden sticks echoes on the ancient river. But the river is still calm, and the wildness of the past seems to have become somewhat precipitated with the passage of time. Perhaps it is the reason why the water recedes in winter, and the tranquility of the ancient river has a subtle shyness. The single dryness has not faded the ancient rivers. The red cotton-padded jacket worn by the woman, like the red plum squeezed out from the branches, is particularly delicate and charming. Xiao Dan is dreaming again. The reflection of this woman in the water reminds her of the first beauty stone in ancient China. Perhaps, a hundred years ago, there was a beautiful woman who was ashamed to swim with hibiscus.

Unable to restrain her excitement, she picked up the camera and photographed the woman looking up and smiling.

But I don't know, she took the camera and was painted on paper.

On the ancient bridge, the painter never took his eyes off a girl who ran out of the alley around a big pink scarf. His eyes, following Xiao Dan's footsteps, saw ancient rivers and women. But more often, I saw a photographer taking pictures of a beautiful woman with a camera. He found sanhe town, as if he had returned to the late Qing Dynasty more than a thousand years ago. By the ancient river, there was a girl who made him feel very excited!

The painter's brush didn't stop painting colors on the paper because of infatuation.

And Xiao Dan would never have thought that the experience of autumn rain in Xitang would continue in Sanhe! It's just a story of the past, which is somewhat similar to today's. The illusion of flowing water on a small bridge and the first encounter of misty rain in the ancient town blurred Xiao Dan's eyes. The weather forecast says it will rain in the three rivers these two days. Although Xiao Dan is ready, there are still some hazy fantasies in the rainy weather in winter.

Just as Xiao Dan was about to unload her backpack and rummage through her umbrella, she found a man with a brush standing on the ancient bridge, looking at himself. Xiao Dan was a little surprised. Is it because of the fragrance in the wind that it comes from the ancient bridge?